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It was Tenten who told the driver where to go, her voice like iron striking a piece of metal in the middle of the night. It was also Tenten who took Neji's backpack from him and held his handgun in her palm, her lip curling the slightest bit at the corner. He watched her look it over, her frown deepening the more she saw.
Minutes passed. She flipped to the gun and pulled a metal clasp, making him jump.
"The safety was off," she chastised. She tossed it into his hands like it was nothing. "You have no business having that."
Neji was too tired and too weary to tell her to mind her business. As he went to put it back into his bag, she stopped him with another grueling stare. "What are you doing? Do you want to get us killed?"
"What are you talking about, Tenten?" He rubbed his forehead. He had spent more time with her this evening than he had ever wanted to in his life. Six hours of her glaring at him in the hospital waiting room had been hell enough, now he had to sit in his car with her as she picked apart his every move. If he wanted to be judged and dissected like this, he would've just gotten a high-maintenance girlfriend. His father had a few upstanding well-connected ones in mind.
Tenten just groaned again, and Neji was tired of feeling like he was the idiot. "You're going to meet up with one of the most powerful men in this goddamn city, and you think you can walk in with a gun? Danzo isn't Orochimaru, you know. Don't look so surprised, either. I figured out you guys were dealing drugs with Orochimaru ages ago."
Neji was silent. He was trying to pretend that what she said hadn't sent shivers up his spine. The drugs, the parties-it was supposed to be fun.
"You don't know what you've gotten yourself into," Tenten sighed. "Who knows what Danzo will want. You're lucky Orochimaru's organization is done with, you won't be able to go back after this. Alive, anyway."
"Can you just...shut up?" Neji found himself saying, his voice low like a warning, but Tenten wasn't scared. She was never scared. Just where did she come from?
She was silent for a few moments. Neji looked at her out of the corner of his eye, noting how her hands had clenched around her seatbelt as if she were holding on for dear life. Her eyes were ringed in dark circles. Her clothing was still ripped from her earlier scraps and her hair was a mess of loose strands. She said, "I'm just trying to warn you. That's all I've ever done."
Neji tried not to scoff. Instead, he gazed out the window, his own heart racing rapidly in his chest. He watched as the neighborhood changed around him. Gone was his fancy north side mansion, gone were the Michelin restaurants, gone was the perfectly trimmed grass. They rolled into abandoned lots, where garbage rolled down the streets like tumbleweeds. People loitered and leered at Neji's sleek black car. At red lights, Neji felt his whole body tighten, as if he were scared someone would approach them.
Sure, he'd been to neighborhoods that could be considered "poor," but none like this. Tenten's gym wasn't too far from here, but this was a different type of desolate. Even Tenten looked tense as they drove past a group of men who sat on stoops, eyeing the car.
"Tch," she smacked her lips in disdain. "We should've taken a different car. Do your drivers always drive Rolls Royces? Because this is fucking rediculous. Danzo might even be angry at your insolence."
"Is everything my fault?" Neji drawled, rolling his eyes. Tenten was worse than Sakura, and that was saying something.
The silence that filled the car was insufferable.
"Yes." Tenten said. She was glaring at the front seat. "Yes, it is."
-:-
"I thought what you did was really brave," Shikamaru found himself saying as his shirt was caught between neck and shoulder. Lifting it over his head and one brash move, his breath got caught in his throat. He forced it out, "with Hinata, I mean."
"Oh my god," Ino huffed, then moaned when Shikamaru's fingers crept across her suddenly-bare stomach. "Please shut up right now."
Shikamaru did not need to be told twice. His lips found her mouth, her neck, her breasts. These were feverish kisses. Incessant kisses. Shikamaru didn't even know that he could kiss like that. Up and down, and back up. Ino's hand was expert in its descent down his waist. In one movement, she had undone his belt buckle, reached into his pants, and grabbed his length.
They moaned together. Shikamaru lifted her hands above her head and pushed her back against the seat of the car. With one hand still holding her there, he bit her neck and pulled off her leggings and panties with the other. When he rolled his thumb in circles around her clit, her torso lifted like it had been electrified. He grinned as she withered against his hands. He had her pinned.
"Fuck," she hummed as her hands curled upwards against the door. The air was thick and heavy. The windows were fogged up. She thought it was raining outside, but she couldn't tell. She didn't care. She wanted to throw her legs around his torso and have him fill her so completely, she would've done anything. Instead, he grabbed her calves, threw her legs around his neck, and used his tongue.
Ino moaned again, and when Shikamaru released her hands she brought one atop his hair and gently tugged his ponytail, insistent and playful. With the other, she tweaked her nipple which enlisted a hungry stare from her partner. They carried on like this for a little while longer, Ino lifting and breathing, Shikamaru huffing and hungry, they couldn't keep their hands or mouths to themselves. When Ino watched Shikamaru swirl two long fingers into her vagina, take them out and put them into his own mouth, she said, "I want you to fuck me now."
Shikamaru wasn't exactly sure how they had gotten there. One minute, they were at the hospital Starbucks, talking quietly about Naruto, Hinata, and the strange guy, Gaara, and the next minute Shikamaru was asking Sasuke for his car keys, and fast. Sasuke had handed them over uncaringly, his own thoughts preoccupied with a girl, but Shikamaru hadn't cared, hadn't even wondered. His only thoughts were about Ino's mouth, and how he couldn't wait to feel it again.
It was 5:45 am. Ino pressed her fingers against his chest so that he was the one laying across the backseat. When his back met the leather he groaned without quite knowing why, Ino had barely even touched him yet. Soon, however, he had a reason as she straddled him, her gaze mischievous as she grabbed his dick, holding him in position.
Then he wanted to cry, "Wait," he said. Surely this was a small death, "I don't have a condom."
But they didn't move. He didn't even move his hands from her waist, where he was seconds away from guiding her. "Fuck," he whispered. "Fuck," he groaned as Ino took him inside her in one swift moment, engulfing him completely. His hands tightened around her waist as she started to roll her hips in rhythmic circles above him. She placed her hands on either side of his head as he began to buckle into her with a new fever. "Fuck," he said again. She was clenching around him, she was withering over him, she was placing a palm around his neck, asking if he liked it.
When her head bumped the roof of the car in their excitement, he brought her flush against him, one hand gripping her ass, the other he used to help flip them over. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, relaxed, then went in deep. Ino's moan shrouded the car with a pitch he had never heard before, and he responded with equal enthusiasm as Ino's pussy clenched so tightly around him he thought they would never be able to come apart. He felt like his heart was in his mouth. He kissed her hard, then.
Messy, sloppy, heavy kisses. Joined at the hip. Limbs so tangled it would take a minute to distinguish whose was whose. The leg Ino had hoisted over his shoulder made her foot tap against the roof with every hardened thrust.
That was the only noise besides their own breathy moans. It was so insistent that they both almost missed the knocking that came at the driver's seat door.
"Ignore them," Ino breathed as their lips came apart at the distraction. "I'm so close, Shika."
He was too; he felt like he was vibrating and full. He had never felt better. He kissed up and down her neck and mouth to concentrate. He didn't slow down. She rolled her hips over him thanklessly.
"Shit," He whispered into her neck, unable to kiss or bite, just fuck.
The knocking became incessant, but so did their fucking
"Shit," he repeated. Ino lifted her other leg around his waist, pulling her flush against him. He grabbed her waist, gave three final and all-encompassing thrusts, and felt himself explode so completely that his arms trembled. Ecstasy. Ino's final cry was loud and satisfying as she felt herself be filled with his hot cum. It felt so good, she barely felt like letting him go as she collapsed slack against the leather seat, covered in sweat.
They were both seeing stars. Shikamaru didn't think he had ever fucked like that in his life.
The knocking continued. "I know you assholes are in there," Kiba yelled. "I can hear you!"
Shikamaru groaned. Ino tried not to giggle. "What do you want, Kiba? I'm kind of busy."
"Yeah, well, tell that to your mother," Kiba said haughtily. "She's been trying to call you for an hour."
The color drained from his face. Shikamaru all but pushed Ino away from him in his haste to find his clothing. Ino had never seen him move so fast. When he had gotten his briefs on, he opened the door so he could stretch to put on the rest of his clothing in the parking lot.
Ino stopped giggling then. She ducked out of view feeling used and vulnerable. The early morning light hit her skin and gave her clarity the night had masked.
"She called?" Ino heard Shikamaru say, his voice was tight. "Did she say what she wanted?"
"No, just call her back dude. It'll be okay," she heard Kiba respond, handing Shikamaru his phone after he had put his shirt back on.
Shikamaru snorted sarcastically. With phone in hand, he shut the door on Ino and walked back towards the hospital.
Ino sat naked in the dark. She let her head fall into her hands. She kept breaking her own goddamn rules.
-:-
Naruto opened his eyes.
And shut them. Whoa. Everything hurt. He tried again.
It still hurt. He felt like he was breathing underwater. He had tubes stuck in his arms. His chest was bandaged raw. When he cleared his throat he felt like he hadn't had any water in days. When he reached for his phone, he noticed his right arm was casted.
He just needed to know what time it was.
As he was about to try to reach for it with his free arm, he heard voices whispering frantically from the corner of the room. Angry voices. These were his mother and father.
"We shouldn't discuss this right now, Minato."
"When do you suggest we do, then? The second I walk outside I am going to be flocked by the press. If this were just a robbery it would be fine but this...this is..."
"Our son is more important than your silly campaign, Minato!" Kushina was trying not to yell. "I can't believe that's what you're concerned about and not about the alcohol consumption. About the cocaine they found in his system! In his car!"
"It is possible to be concerned about multiple things at once, Kushina." Naruto could picture his father rubbing his temples. "Besides, they recovered the car from the thugs who jumped him. Maybe it was theirs."
A stretched silence.
"I can't believe you," Kushina huffed.
"Just listen to me, Kushina. The boy will be fine, but will my campaign? We'll have to make up for this somehow..." Minato mused. "I'm going to call our publicist. The timing is just awful-"
"I can't believe you!" Kushina yelled this time. "The 'timing'? Minato, listen to yourself! Look at your son! I am carrying your second child and all you care about is the fucking press? Someone leaked Naruto's medical information to the press and all you can think about is your stupid fucking political conquests? Someone robbed our child."
"Darling-" Minato huffed. "You know I care. I've been here all night long, worrying just as much as you are, but the sun is up now. People have questions and I have to give them answers. The campaign is not just a 'political conquest,' it is the future of our family. All four of us."
"Yeah? Well one of us will be sleeping in the guest room, and it's not going to be me."
"You know what, Kushina? You have all this energy, why don't you make yourself useful and find out who leaked the records. In the meantime, I am going to deal with the press, brief security, and make sure there's not a single reporter outside when Naruto is ready to leave. Because that's how I show I care."
"Oh how lucky we are," Kushina said sarcastically.
Minato walked out the room. Naruto kept his eyes shut. He tried to ignore the wetness he felt there.
-:-
"I think the thugs were hired."
"Huh?" Asuma startled awake, jolting up from the swivel chair he'd been reclining in. "Who hired to do what?"
"You know, the Uzumaki kid," Kakashi tossed Asume a pack of cigarettes that had been resting on top of a disheveled stack of papers. "I think someone paid them to fuck his shit up."
Asuma caught the cigarettes against his chest, pulled one out with a tap. His wish cigarette. "Yeah? And why would they do that?"
"To scare 'em, probably," Kakashi mused. "Scare him into doing something to protect himself."
Asuma scoffed as he lit it, wiping sleep out his eyes, "Damn brat will just hire security. What'll that do? Plus, didn't he crash his car first? Thugs make him do that?"
Kakashi rolled his visible eye at Asuma's bleary doubt. When he woke up good, he would understand. "No, Asuma, that part was just luck. They were probably tailing him after he left the campaign party to wait for the right time to hit. Not hard to chase a motherfucking yellow Jaguar."
"Rest in peace," Asuma whistled. "That car was a beauty, indeed."
"Not the point," Kakashi said.
"So what is the point, Hatake? I haven't had my coffee yet so you're going to have to spell it out for me."
"I'm saying that someone is pulling the strings on these goddamn kids, and we've got to find who. With Orochimaru out of the picture, these kids are a goldmine and they have no fucking idea."
"You've got no proof to back you," Asuma huffed. "We're on the Orochimaru case, not this other bullshit."
"They're connected."
"You're a conspiracy theorist. C'mon Kakashi, realistically how much power could a bunch of brats have in the world of organized crime?"
"Enough," Kakashi was not relenting. "You haven't seen anything yet."
Whoa Naruto's parents did a complete 180, lol. Duty calls afterall, doesn't it?
Seems like rich boys are more worried about what their parents think than we were originally led on to believe. Who wouldve thought.
A bit of a quarantine gift and filler. But, heh, kinda juicy right?